Candle of Life

Flame flickering, wax melting,
lights dancing while rains pelting,
gazing intently, listening,
noting raindrops glistening.

The burning candle is life,
pelting rain brings gloom and strife;
now attitude plays its part,
choosing life as sweet or tart.

The flame of life’s candle burns,
limited time for its turn;
the candle is half its size,
suddenly life is a prize.

Each moment is a treasure,
priceless, cannot be measured,
the flame still glimmers, there’s time,
reach for sweet oranges, not limes.